#tw.needles

The rain pours down onto me as I stand waiting. What I'm waiting for, I'm not entirely sure. All I know is that I need to stand here and wait until whatever is supposed to happen happens. I see the blurred figures of both children and teachers leaving the school to go start their afternoon shifts in the factories. Even if I can’t clearly see their faces, I can feel their glares, anger, and hatred hot on my skin. It’s the only thing I can feel at the moment. It’s honestly about the only thing I’ve been able to feel since the games ended. I can’t bring myself to think too deeply about what happened, or I might start drowning in every emotion imaginable, again.

I can’t let that happen. They’ll put me on so many pills I won’t be able to tell which way is up.

So, I continue to stand, waiting in the rain, having only the heat of glares keeping me warm. A bolt of lightning hits the building across the street, followed by a loud crack of thunder. The jolt of fear suddenly clears my mind of the fog that it’s been trapped in, and I realize why I’m here.

Ash

Every day without fail, Ash and I would meet up here after school. Whether we would just talk for a couple of minutes before their shift at the factory or I was walking them home, we always met up here.

All at once, everything that I haven’t been able to feel hits me so hard I almost fall over. Every feeling forms into a single thought.

I’ve got to get out of here now.

I run, fleeing from the courtyard and everything that’s happened there. That courtyard is nothing but a painful reminder that Ash is gone, and there is nothing I can do to bring them back. With the fog lifted from my brain, I can now fully feel the pain of what's happened. My heart aches as if the games happened just yesterday, and it has left my feet unsteady as I continue to run. I have no idea where I'm running to, probably somewhere equally as painful, but as long as I’m moving away from here, I don’t really care.

I shove past several people, barely hearing their angry shouts of protest, and force my way through a set of doors. I have no idea where I am or where to go. I recognize the room, but my mind refuses to focus enough to remember the name. All I can think about is how much my chest aches and how cold my hands are. My skin feels so cold it's like I’ve never felt the Sun.

I force myself to sit down before I collapse onto the floor, trying not to make any more of a scene than I already have. Exhaustion begins to replace whatever panic is left in my body.

I need to stand up. Make my way home before someone tells Father that I’ve had some type of breakdown. Explain to him that this is nothing like that.

But it is exactly like that, isn’t it? I’m not entirely sure what counts as a breakdown, but sprinting through school grounds shoving anyone out of my way in a blind panic probably counts at least as the start of one. The worry of what Father is going to do when he finds out isn’t enough to motivate my body to move again. I’m so exhausted that all I can bring myself to do is sit here and breathe.

I’m not entirely sure how long I’ve been here, but it’s long enough for me to finally realize where I’m at, the community cafeteria. I’m just thankful I didn’t barge my way into some teacher’s classroom, which means the chances of someone noticing me are significantly lower. I still haven’t been able to bring myself to stand, but I have noticed other people moving about and taking seats. These must be late-day shift workers. That means it's almost seven o’clock, and I’m supposed to be at dinner in thirty minutes. This realization finally manages to get my limbs moving again.

I’ve got to get across the city in the middle of a shift change in less than thirty minutes and then pretend that I’ve spent the last three hours in my room instead of out here trying not to lose my mind. This is going to be near impossible

I quickly stand, trying to come up with something to say to my family whenever I get back home.

Maybe I can say I went on a walk or Hope went missing and I went looking for him. Who am I kidding? Mother wouldn’t believe that for a second, and if she did, Calliope wouldn’t, and she’d have no problem with immediately calling me out on the lie.

No matter what I come up with, every excuse is worse than the last. Ultimately, I decided to just get back as fast as I could and wing it from there.

Once again, I begin shoving my way through groups of people not really caring for the looks they throw my way. I’m stopped whenever a hand grabs my collar and pulls, hard. The motion forces me to turn around, and I come face to face with Aurel Weaver. The anger in their eyes does nothing but confuse me.

I hardly know Aurel. I can’t even remember the last time I spoke to them. What could I have possibly done to make them so angry?

For a minute, we both just stare at each other, waiting for the other to speak. I take the moment to properly look at them. After the games ended, shifts at the factories began to ramp up, and Aurel ended up dropping out of school to keep up with the work they were assigned. I haven’t really seen them since then, but I can tell the work is taking a toll on them, changing them. They look about as exhausted as I feel. Their skin pale, and the bags under their eyes are worse than I've ever seen them before. But the biggest change I can see is in their eyes; beautiful hazel eyes drowning in nothing but fury and hatred, and it's all directed at me. A sharp pang runs through my chest. I may not have been best friends with Aurel, but I still considered them at the very least a friendly acquaintance. I force myself to ignore the hurt and very suddenly realize that I’ve been staring for too long and I can't afford to waste what little time I have to get home. “Sorry Aurel, I didn’t mean to run into you,” I say quickly, going to turn to leave.

I take a step away until I, once again, feel a hand grab me. Only this time, the hand is wrapped around both my collar and the chain hanging around my neck. They’re saying something to me, but all I can focus on is the chain in their hand and the fact that if they pull it’ll snap. I take a breath slightly, turning my head, forcing myself to listen to what they’re saying.

“It’s rude to not answer my questions, you know?” Aurel growls, and I can feel them getting ready to yank me back. Instead of responding, I try to move out of their grip. At the same time, they decide to pull, and I feel the chain snap.

The pendant slides down my shirt, and I watch it fall to the ground. The last precious gift that I will ever get from Ash now lays on the ground broken like it was nothing. I barely feel Aurel's presence anymore. All I can stare at is the pieces.

They grab my shoulder, tired of me apparently ignoring them, and force me to look at them. Suddenly, the nothingness I felt while looking at the broken pendant is replaced with an all-consuming rage at the sight of them standing, acting like I owe them any type of response. I glance around and notice a glass cup sitting on the table next to us.

Without a second of delay, I grab it and smash it against the side of their head. Before they manage to recover any semblance of balance, I lunge at them and knock them to the ground. One. Two. Three. I get three punches in before they get me off them. They pin me down with one hand around my throat and use the other to try and hold my hands down. I can feel their right hand around my throat, squeezing hard while I kick and scratch at them. As my vision starts to fill with black spots, I freeze and begin to realize that Aurel might just be trying to kill me.

I’m going to die on the dirty floor of the community cafeteria, and it’s nobody’s fault but mine. Broken and nothing on the ground, just like the necklace lying next to me.

I feel Aurel's grip on me loosens, and I know this is my chance to get them off me. I kick them in the side and manage to get out from under them. I throw a punch to the side of their head that knocks them into a leg of the table, hard. Disoriented and off balance, Aurel doesn’t even notice that I’m in front of them until I pin them down and begin to hit them over and over. I lose track of how many times I hit them; all I know is that they’re not fighting back anymore. I don’t stop. I can’t stop. Every emotion I’ve been trying not to feel comes out in every swing. I know I’m crying, but I can’t bring myself to care. I should be ashamed for doing this for letting my anger take control, but I’m not.

There’s a crowd around us now. I can’t hear them, but I can see them; with the show me and Aurel have been putting on, it was bound to catch some attention. If there’s a crowd, then that means there must be peacekeepers on the way. I don’t care. They can drag me away and lock me up forever, and I won’t care. I feel hands trying to pull me off Aurel, but I don’t let them.

They hurt me. Why shouldn’t I hurt them? I want to hurt them. I want to hurt all of them. Everyone in the districts and Capitol. I want to hurt them all.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice white uniforms surrounding me, and they begin grabbing me. They’re a lot better at getting me off Aurel than whoever was trying before. As I’m being pulled away, I notice the pendant still lying on the ground, a forget-me-not shattered into pieces.

Ash would hate me right now.

You’d been putting them off, wary of needles, wary of people having to touch your body. You knew it would be an all-around unpleasant experience, but you had to get it done sometime, no matter how much you tried to avoid it. 

Originally it had just been two shots, but the Doctor, Chisaki Kai, had called back informing you that a third injection would be necessary.

A quick scribble with the pen before the masked man was whisking the clipboard away, confirming you’d signed the papers with a quick glance. He had pretty eyes, you noted - golden iris’s visible above the surgical face mask covering his mouth and nose.

Those pretty eyes snapped to yours, the man looking significantly bored. “All’s in order.” You watched him begin assembling the injections on the counter, needles by bottles, alcohol wipes and bandaids nearby.

“The first will go in your left arm, the second in your right, and the third in your left again. It will hurt.” His bedside manner left something to be desired.

He worked quickly and efficiently, plunging the first needle into a bottle, drawing back the plunger to fill it full of liquid before removing it from the bottle. “Please roll up your sleeves.”

Then he was stepping close, needle in one gloved hand, sterile alcohol swab in the other. You were watching him like a hawk, trying your best not to flinch when the cold wipe came into contact with your exposed upper arm.

A quick glance at your flinch, the slight bit of air hissing through your teeth at nothing but the coldness of the wipe had the man cocking his head, but he said nothing.

“Uhm, can you please-uhm, tell me when you’re about to do it?” You gulp, wide eyes trained on the far wall. Just don’t look at the needle, you’ll be fine.

“You prefer to know when to expect the pain?” It was less a question, more a statement, but you nodded nonetheless. “I’ll count to three.”

“One.” A gloved hand lightly touched your arm.

“Two.” Pointer finger and thumb smoothed over your skin, keeping it taut.

“Three.” There was a pinch, immediately followed by deep burning, stinging pain that had you gritting your teeth and wincing.

-----

The scent of bitter, sterile alcohol filled your nose, harshly jerking you to consciousness. Everything smelled like chemicals, latex and bleach and ammonia - not the most pleasant thing to wake up to.

Opening your eyes was easy, lifting your head not so much. You were slumped in your seat, head resting against the counter at your side, feet planted on the ground.

The doctor was crouched in front of you, a small wipe pinched between his fingers, held up to your nose. Golden eyes studied you closely, and upon seeing your eyes open, lashes fluttering, the doctor withdrew the wipe, subsequently taking away the chemical smell.

“You fainted.”

A blink as you gained your bearings, feeling disoriented and weak. You were still in the exam room, a tiny cramped space with barely enough room for a chair beside the exam table.

You swallowed, throat feeling dry, head fuzzy. God, did you hate needles.

“Have you had this reaction to injections before? It’s not uncommon in patients.”

“I.....no? I don’t-uhm-don’t think so...” It felt funny talking, as if you weren’t inside your body.

The doctor stood abruptly, quickly discarding the ammonia wipe into the trash, stripping his gloves off as well before donning a new pair.

“Stay there while you recover. Are you up for the other two shots today, or would you like to schedule an appointment for them at a different time?”

Why the hell didn’t he just give you the shots while you were unconscious?

“I wanna do it today please.” You sighed, reaching to feel the bandaid on your left arm. “I would hate to have to come back and do this again, know what I mean?”

Nothing else was said, just a brief nod from the man before he disappeared from the room. You shuffled your feet, closing your eyes as you leaned back in the chair. 

“(Y/N)? Do you feel ready to stand?” He was back, standing in the doorway and looking at you.

“Oh, yeah, sure.” You rocked up to your feet, rolling down your sleeve as the doctor stepped froward towards the counter. He gathered up the remaining syringes, bottles, and other supplies before stepping around you and back towards the door.

Again, you did your best to not shy away when he passed you, not wanting to make contact. Your skin was so sensitive, you hated touching people, or feeling their clothes brush against your skin. The man didn’t seem to notice, but that was alright. You were used to dodging threatening sensations in your life.

He guided you through the clinic, towards the back where a small office was situated, a comfortable-looking couch against one of the walls. His name wasn’t on the door - you remember now, Doctor Chisaki. 

Or was he a nurse? You didn’t know.

But his name wasn’t on the door. Was it okay to be in this office? Don’t they usually make you wait in the exam room?

“Have a seat, make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back shortly.” 

The door clicked shut behind him.

Today was your day off, the entire day devoted to getting your shots done, to overcoming this obstacle, handling the immense stress that came with it. It didn’t bother you to spend it sitting down and playing word searches on your phone. 

But still....

“Don’t patients usually wait in the exam room? Or in the waiting room?” You asked the man as soon as he re-entered the room, stack of paperwork in one hand as he shut the door with the other.

He gave you a once-over, body tucked into the corner of the couch, before he spoke. “Usually, but I want to make sure you don’t pass out where I can’t see you. That’d make me a bad doctor. This isn’t common procedure, sure, but I didn’t expect your body to be so-” weak “-easily indisposed.”

The tone of his voice kept completely level, hardly any emotions showing on his face, but still you felt... chilled by this man. There was no reassurance from him, no compassion or empathy.

“I’ll administer your remaining shots in 45 minute increments, that should give you enough time to recover between each one. You’ll have to lay down for them though, that’s why you’re sitting on that couch.” 

Polite, but it still felt like you were getting talked-down-to. He was patronizing you.

You gave him a curt nod to show you understood, before fumbling your phone out of your pocket to begin passing the time.

Doctor Chisaki sat down behind the empty desk, neatly placing his stack of papers on the wood before taking a sheet off the top and clicking his pen. From where he was sitting, you were in his direct line of sight, and you could feel him glancing at you occasionally as the scribble of his pen and the tapping of your fingers filled the silence.

45 minutes passed quickly, too quickly for your liking. You weren’t looking forward to the next shot.

Same instructions as before - roll up your sleeve, he’d count to three.

But the doctor paused after swabbing your arm clean. “You keep flinching. Am I  hurting you?”

“No, I mean, not really.” You shrugged. “I don’t like it when people touch me I guess, feels funny.”

“Well, try to relax.”

Easy for him to say, hard for you to do.

This time, with you laying down, the shot went much smoother. The doctor counted the three, you hissed in pain at the burning slice of the needle, but retained consciousness. Which frankly, was a success.

“That really hurts.” You breathed as soon as the needle slipped free from your arm. Even thinking about the thin point being in your muscles made you feel queasy. At least you didn’t have to look at it.

“That’s a common side effect. Muscle soreness because the needle is essentially causing a small injury to the fibers, and there are other reasons, but they're more complicated. You want ice?”

“Nah, it’ll be fine. I’ll just deal with it.”

The man blinked. “You have an interesting reaction to pain.”

“Uhhh...” You scrunched up your eyebrows as you glanced up at him, sitting up as you did so. “Thanks?”

“You’re extremely sensitive to tactile stimulation, like to know when you’ll be experiencing pain, but you don’t particularly care about relieving it. Have you ever given blood?”

The question caught you off guard, especially after realizing the man had been analyzing you more closely than you had expected.

“Nah. Does that matter?”

“Not particularly, I’m just curious I guess.” Doctor Chisaki admitted, once again stripping off his gloves and disposing of them before sliding on another pair.

He went back to his paperwork, and you to your phone, but his frequent glances weighed you down. Did you have something on your face? Was your hair messy?

“Could you point me to the bathroom please?” You rose to your feet slowly, making sure you weren’t going to faint as you stood up.

“It’d be better if you stayed seated.” Was his curt reply.

With a frown, you sat back down. Why couldn’t you use the bathroom? Maybe it affected..... something? With the vaccines? You didn’t know enough about how these things worked to really question it. Doctors were professionals, and they had their reasons.

Still, you’d feel a bit more comfortable if the man wasn’t watching you so closely.

45 more minutes of squirming until your next shot.

-----

Lay down.

Roll up your sleeve.

Try to relax.

Deep breathe.

“You smell.”

“What?” Your head snapped to the side, confused. You smelled?

“It’s not bad. What scent is it?”

Blinking back surprise, you relayed the scent on your shampoo and conditioner.  This doctor was a bit... unconventional. But his sudden question did take your mind off of the countdown, off of the pain. Smart.

“My nose is sensitive, most scents are overwhelming and while I like cleanliness I cannot stand the smell of bleach or most cleaning products. I chose the wrong profession for that, didn’t I?”

His version of a joke made you almost chuckle, a lazy grin stretching across your face instead. “You certainly did. You ever try Pine Sol though? That’s what I use for like, everything.”

The doctor shook his head, and you chattered on about the unoffensive-smelling cleaner, where you bought the bottle you have under your sink, how you use it. He listened intently as he plastered another bandaid over your arm.

“Alright, I can go now?” You asked, sitting up for the last time.

“No.”

“No?”

“Vasovagal syncope can still occur, I’d prefer you not faint and bash your head open on the ground. There’d be such a mess.”

Mouth snapping shut at the fancy medical term, you couldn’t help but sigh as you slumped back against the couch. 

“Bored?”

“I’ve been here for almost four hours. You don’t have other patients to get to?” You didn’t think to check the accusatory tone in your voice.

The doctor put aside his pen, folding his hands on the desk as he stared at you with golden eyes. “They’ve been transferred to different doctors. My current patient has taken precedence. I don’t half-ass things like some people, I see my  projects to completion.”

You were a bit taken aback at the vehemence in his voice, the way his eyes dropped to slits, narrowing fiercely at you.

“That’s what it means to be in this profession. I’m here to cure people. I make sure that sickness doesn’t spread between humans like fire in a barn full of hay. What I do is important and deserving of respect, I’m ensuring the survival of humanity, am I not?”

The intense tension in the air built, the doctor staring you down. “I’m close to becoming a renowned doctor. Just one, one breakthrough will finally get the world to see me. ”

He cocked his head, eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled beneath the mask. “I thank your efforts in being a volunteer towards my latest project. It’s been a bit difficult to find someone who readily accepted an unknown injection.”

Unknown.. injection?

“What are you talking about?” 

“The second injection isn’t a vaccine, more like a... pet project of mine. I can’t wait to see what it does.”

“You can’t-this is malpractice, I didn’t consent to this-” Your fists clenched as you stood.

“You signed the consent papers. They’ll hold up in court. Most people receive the vaccines you got today when they’re still teenagers, and under their parents care. Lucky for me, you’re afraid of needles it seems, so you’ve been a bit neglectful. Hard to get a parent to sign over their child as a test subject, easy to get a fearful individual to listen to their doctor.”

A twinkle in his eye made you want to punch his lights out. “What the hell dude, you call yourself a doctor? What did you inject me with?”

The man rose from behind the desk, moving until he stood in front of you. “You’ll see soon enough. I’m pleased that you’re so concerned with hygiene, that makes this easier for both of us.”

“What??”

“And you can forget about calling for help, not that you’ll want to. But everyone’s left for the day-” He checked his wrist, where a nice watch gleamed at you mockingly. “45 minutes ago. So feel free to disclose your symptoms as they pop up as loud as you’d like.”

The man sat down on the couch, easily sinking into the plush material looking up at you with a malicious gleam in his eyes. He had been playing you since you’d walked into the clinic. Was this some sort of prank?

“You’re messing with me.”

“I’ve told you, I see my projects to completion. This is the testing stage, and it might be a while before it’s over. Why would I waste time messing with someone else’s dumb little life?’

Your mouth felt dry, face warm. Why did your legs feel all pleasantly tingly? There was a slowly-building heat simmering low in your core, and if you weren’t standing directly in front of Chisaki, you’d rub your legs together. What did he do to you?

Another question danced around people’s minds, the thought of possibly you were the victim of a psychopath or a murder. A question your parents dare not linger in their mind, lest their hopes be dashed with the harsh reality of a cruel world.

Where’s your body?

Rivers weren’t scoured looking for a piece of clothing, a limb, or the entire body. The abandoned places littering the streets weren’t lit up with flashlights as each door was burst open with intent. The houses of Miyagi would lock their doors and keep their lights outside on, horrible whispers of what lurks in the night, peering inside houses from shadows.

They were so worried, scared of a being that could turn to hurt them. But they shouldn’t be worried.

Keishin only wants you.

The case that opened from your sorrowful parents was closed within a week and a half, the horror dawning in them as they realize you’ve gone without a trace. Keishin made sure to invest in items privately, keeping you under lock and control. With the guise of him getting a new pet, nobody bats an eyelash as he buys a ridiculously large cage, a collar with a matching leash, and he even goes the extra mile to buy dog food. With the wet food cans and a large bag of food in his car, he drops his cigarette to the ground, stomping out the fire before he gets in his car. After all, he can’t be smoking around you. Not good for the baby.

The baby you wish you could get rid of. Keishin was brutal, his kicking and relentless pain infliction on your body always missing your stomach, going for your face and limbs. He didn’t want you dead, he didn’t want you to be happy because of a miscarriage. If your pregnancy didn’t go very well, you’d have to go to a doctor and the truth would have light shed on it at last. His family name would be raked through the mud and Ukai Sr. would never be able to look at Keishin again. It would be devastating horrible if it ever happened.

If it did, of course. Keishin wouldn’t let that happen.

Buying books to help understand your pregnancy, books to help him properly train you, books upon books that are so out of character for him, he buys them all under the guise of presents for his friends. Three birthday cards for each genre of books, avoiding any suspicion. Paying in cash, untraceable back to him. With a thank you and goodbye, he once more leaves from a store, heading to go back home.

Arriving at home, he hums as he enters. With books in one hand and the food in the other, he sets them down in his kitchen. He goes to retrieve the other items, before you wake up and start fighting him again. It was quite exhausting to have you constantly fighting him in your waking hours. The sleep medicine he had could only go so far. Even then, it was damaging his bank account just to keep you down and compliant. Drugs that made you loopy also prove to cost a good chunk of change, although the results were quite splendid for him. In your hazy state, you happen to let him do whatever he wanted. Running his hands over you round belly, dipping his fingers between your thighs and into the panties he bought for you, and you let him.

Sound asleep, you’re easily moved into the set up cage. It’s large enough to not be uncomfortable, but it’s meant for large dog breeds. The bedding on the bottom and the lock on the door is extra, since you are human. Extra precautions for an extra special pet, he reasons with himself. Once you’re finally settled in the cage, nice and locked away, it’s time for him to leave. After all, he still has a job.

With the case officially closed, no more officers questioning the volleyball club members, Karasuno was able to go back to their original schedule. With everyone preparing for Nationals, a dark and heavy silence was over everyone. Even if Keishin sent out orders as the coach and chatted away with Takeda, most of the other members of the team were silent. Hinata tried to keep up his optimism, but it could only do so much. They’ve lost so much, they need to move on.

“Alright,” Keishin claps his hands, getting everyone’s attention. “Let’s do a round of flying laps,”

A couple of groans of protest erupt from the members, but everyone begins to do the activity. Keishin sighs, running a hand down his face. As he feels eyes looking at him, he turns to see Kiyoko’s eyes flit away back to Yachi, talking about manager stuff.

Her. Kiyoko. She was a problem.

She had every reason to suspect Keishin, as well as Daichi, but even then, voicing her opinion was just that. Opinion. No evidence against him. Even Noya and Tanaka were unable to land blame on him, seeing as they had been bothering him before he paid them to bother Daichi. Innocent Keishin, asking for some piece and quiet so he could smoke and go home. But Kiyoko, she was close with you. She has her own suspicions and they would be right, you may have even told her who got you pregnant and how.

Once club is over, everyone is cleaning up the court to go home. Keishin says his goodbyes to Takeda, their final conversation being about how to handle the morale of the team. Daichi finds Keishin lingering outside, deciding to have a heart-to-heart with him.

“Coach?”

“Oh, yeah, Sawamura?” He says, stomping out his cigarette. Bad habit to have in front of growing kids, after all.

“Can I ask you a question?” Once Daichi gets the go ahead, he inhales deeply before letting his question out.

“Did you do something to [Y/N]?”

Keishin’s eyes widen, hurt lingering in them as he feigns hurt. “What makes you think that?”

“Because she was scared of you,” Kiyoko interrupts, the rest of the team filing out of the gym. With an audience, Keishin finds himself in a tough pickle. “She told me herself.”

“Scared? She was wary, sure, but not scared,” he shrugs it off. With the threats he gave to keep you from spilling the secrets, he trusts you didn’t tell her everything. “I told her about the cruel world and how bad people exist. She... didn’t like that. I was just being honest. Maybe she was too young to understand that,”

“Was? You act as if you know she’s gone,” Daichi comes at him once more, arms crossed.

“No body, no trace, no more existence of her. I’ve just accepted that she’s gone. If she shows up again, I won’t talk about her as if she’s gone anymore. But for now, I have to accept the facts,”

“The facts are you’re suspicious and not at all concerned. Your attitude hasn’t changed one bit,” Kiyoko snaps, pointing a finger at him. “Admit it. You either got rid of her or kidnapped her,”

“Look, I’m as torn up as you guys! You think I sleep well knowing one of the kids I was slightly responsible for disappears?” Keishin shouts, running a hair through his messy hair. His headbands are replaced, putting his hair back in place. “I’m trying to be strong for you guys, but obviously I’m just the bad guy. If you think I did something, I can’t tell you to trust me if your mind is set.”

With those words, he turns to briskly walk away. Nobody goes after him, nobody follows him, nobody shouts back. The walk home is lonely and silent, even the animal sounds in nature are missing. It’s a sad scene, him alone in the world. Once he gets to finally be alone, away from any watching eyes or listening walls, he smiles, a low chuckle.

“Honey, I’m home,” he calls out. Nobody answers him, but that’s okay. He knows you’re there. Nice and bound, restrained in a cage. You’re wide awake, glaring at him as he enters the room. “Look at that, you’re awake. Did you miss me?”

“Never,” your hiss is full of venom. He just laughs, nodding.

“Well, your friends haven’t given up on you. They will eventually, though. I’ll be spending some more time with you, in the meantime. You wanna sit in my lap for dinner peacefully or will I have to force you to?”

“They’ll never forget about me. They’ll find the truth out, Keishin, and you’ll be forced to face the consequences. I’d prefer to stay in here, actually, away from you,”

“You know, I’ve had a rough day. I’ll make you compliant because I deserve a reward. Tomorrow, training my little puppy starts,” he grins, taking out the syringe. The horrible syringe with a long needle, the prick is the last thing you feel before the world goes numb and your body feels heavy.

Struggling to get away from him isn’t useless, his arms only reaching so far in the cage as you scurry away. When he growls, you snicker at him knowing you’re at the top. He goes to unlock the cage, opening the door as you attempt to leave. It’s useless, strong arms catching you as the needle pierces skin. Your head drops, the numbness flooding your veins.

Once the drool starts to drip from your mouth, Keishin sighs. Body pliable, he finds himself slipping his fingers into your pretty cunt. You’re dry, but with the fire and numbness in your body, you’re soon slick with arousal as he scissors his fingers inside you. He lets you down, resting on the carpeted floor as your eyes seem out of focus. You don’t voice any resistance, his fingers rubbing against your clit and delving into your wetness only to rub against your sensitive walls. You may already be swollen with his child, but he can’t help himself.

He doesn’t bother with stripping himself down fully, undoing his pants to have his cock free. He doesn’t need to worry about protection either, slipping himself in your cunt with ease. A moan comes from you, slight movement from your limbs as he keeps your thighs spread for him. Cock nestled deep within you, he starts to thrust his hips to fuck you, groaning at the feeling of your walls fluttering around him. He doesn’t focus too much on trying to get your own orgasm, he never has, but he does aim to get his cum as deep inside as he can.

Each pump of his cock has a drooling moan come from you, head swishing back and forth as you let them go. Your walls continue to flutter, his orgasm coming fast and heavy as he ruts against you, pubic hair against your clit as he spills inside. Your own gush of fluids come, but he doesn’t care. Rocking his hips once more into you, he makes sure his newest load is as deep as it can go. Just like the previous loads.

A week later, you’re much more compliant than you were previously. Each time you resisted his love, whether it be cuddles or his cock way of fucking you, it was the doghouse. Literally. Living in a cage, eating dog food, wearing a collar and a leash. You had to use the restroom in front of him, even, wetting your panties and dress in front of him. Only whining for his love and his cock would have him letting you use the restroom. He was never so merciful to let you go to his bathroom, nonsense. He made you pee in a bucket. It was so revolting and dehumanizing, it was a wonder you survived.

The worst is when you lashed out at him. After playing the good girl he wishes for, you attempted to flee. He caught you, forced you into submission once more. Collared and tied to the cage, you were given wet dog food mixed with laxatives and your own bucket of urine. After a night of the torture, you completely changed. He wasn’t relenting, nor shying from ridiculously embarrassing tactics.

When you became well enough behaved to not try anything fully awake, he went back to Karasuno. The treatment he got when he arrived was drastically different from what he expected.

With tears in their eyes, each member apologized. Takeda forced each member to, but Kiyoko and Daichi were the most broken up about it. With a hug, they apologized for treating him as the bad guy, a predator.

“We’re sorry, we were hurting, we didn’t mean to place blame on you,” Kiyoko wails, Yachi’s arm’s around her as she cries on the floor. With even a stern character like Daichi crying, no member from Karasuno had dry eyes. Even Tsukishima had glossy eyes, hidden behind reflective lenses. “You were being an adult in the situation and I picked up on it as suspicious, I’m sorry,”

“I told them it hurts for us, too, but we have to be strong for everyone else,” Takeda explains. “When you didn’t come back, Sawamura-kun had mentioned going to your house or store, but I explained that you were probably in just as much pain as them. It’s hard, I know it is, but it’s something we have to overcome. Together. As a team,”

With Takeda’s speech over, everyone finishes their apologies and goes back to practice. Keishin thanks everyone for trusting in him again, wiping away his own tears. Excusing himself, he goes to the restroom, adding to the disguise of him being touched. In reality, though? He needs a moment to himself to celebrate.

Karasuno Volleyball Club has lost a family member, but he’s gained a freshly trained pet to breed all he wants.